Fifty Shades of Gay (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 2

Flashes of the accident that triggered my phobia of driving enter my mind. Compared to that, this looked like a tiny scratch. That was not what it was. I spot the wreckage of the white Audi just as its owner gets down. While the scratch on mom's truck blended with its poor condition, the damage on the Audi was like an elephant in a small room, very hard to miss.

The owner looked upset. He wore a suit considerably more expensive than that of my own, and he wore a tiny Rolex on his wrist. He starts laughing to himself, as though making a mockery out of our situation. It takes me a few more seconds before I finally go down the truck.

"Sorry, I didn't really see you." he puts his hands at the back of his head. By the looks of it, he was either going to run or faint. You'd think I'd be the less stable one considering I was the one who caused the scratch on this Audi. Good one, Styles. Just a few months out of law school and you're out causing more debts.

"It's my fault, I was in a hurry, I didn't see you too." I try to calm him down. "Tell you what, we split damage cost insurance doesn't cover at 50-50?" He laughs. Here I am, telling him I'm willing to spend my first paycheck on the repair of this automobile and he just laughs at me? How dare he!

"No, it's really not the money I'm worried about." he grins. What is this man's deal?

"What are you worried about, then?"

"See, I got a really mad, crazy boss and I'm running late to a billion dollar meeting." He laughs some more. Seriously, what is this guy's deal? Is he high or something?

 "Do you want me to drive you there?"

"Okay."

He tells me the directions as I drive and it is only when we reach the building do I realize that he worked for the same firm I've always wanted to work for. Oh shoot! I totally forgot about the interview. As we walked to the elevator, I told him about it and how I mistakenly wrote the wrong time on my journal. I try to tell him I'd pay him for the damage, but he quickly dismisses the issue as soon as I mentioned Greg Horan, one of the firm's managing partners, and how I knew his brother from law school. Oh how people bow down to titles so easily.

I get off the fifth floor and he continues to what seems to be the nineteenth. Judging from his behaviour, he must be a senior partner who aspired to become more. From the way he talked about Greg, it wasn't him he called mad and crazy. The Tomlinson guy must be the one getting on his nerves.

"Mr. Styles?" a pretty blonde calls me to her desk. "Mr. Tomlinson would see you now." Time to see just how mad and crazy my new boss is.